For those of us in my generation, she was best known as Olivia on Sesame Street.  I also post this video because it has Linda Bove in it.  Linda's appearance on Sesame Street was my first exposure to Sign Language.  Because of her (and to a lesser extent, Marlee Matlin) I learned to sign at an early age and later studied it in college.  In any case, enjoy my favorite song from Olivia and Linda.

n., fire
pyre, lyre
i do not repent, for in perpetuum,

all i see is ghosts
your smell is everything
red ash left on the foreheads of the vintage years
breathes smoke on the clock's face

hundreds of dreams spawning in the deep
with borrowed memories to mask their shyness

without teeth we are impotent
empty shells screaming like waves
clapping while our hands are tied
empty veins will lead the way

i can reach into these arms
pull out the bone that bled the woods dry
there were days when stars averted their eyes
and there were days when breath was mine

who would follow the vascular route of these old maps?
what soles would tread that red line?
into the ears of children, blood sings
the albatross, and the skeleton's rhyme


...into candles leaked red wine
skinless hands that silenced light
fingernails cut the phone cord
and foot prints were left in the snow
but i hold the iceberg at ear height
and listen for her eyes
for though the month has ended,
there were days when breath was mine.

where did i see it?
in a sphere of light following her stem cells in my dreams
moved through moon and water, waltzed with seaweed in the tide
echoed in the bed sheets, sung the dust to sleep
watered all the flowers and brought the willow down to drink

it walked away so fast, as though the clouds could part
spew pavement down like lightning to re-populate my heart
we hunt and we are hunted, said the hunter to his bow
the means of acquisition may be the only loves we know

but outside my garden, behind the blind backs of the conifer guards
i'll part my chest and let the rhythm wrench out
when blood and pollen fill the air and that star floats through again
into the greenest eyes to symbolize life and the echoing gramophone
starts spinning in her throat making me realize this is home

because we are all wanderers, our shrouds wrapped tight and close
we drift across the desert 'cause the castles there lack moats

ran from moscow down to brooklyn, but there wasn't a soul to see
oh bodies, bodies everywhere, but none a man to me
who are these shadows that, writhing, mock tall nature's forms?

we are the conquerors, vestige, the eternal, waltzing worms.
we are your progeny, winter youth, upon your cities as though the sea
and because you are so pale, i will explain this state to thee

every breath that life does take is taken in a tree
which, when undermined by the axe of time, delivers them to me

i am the curse that blessed you all to start
and i am the blessing that curses you to end
sentences run like black dogs to the fence
and in the snow like fate rushes solace to commence

the beginning accounts for the end, and the middle accounts for itself
not all scars are worn,
and not all clocks are shelved.

Wrote this during the walk to/from the store tonight...


"Booze Run"
by Kiki

(TTTO: "Swanee" by Gershwin/Caesar)

I haven't touched you in a long time
I've missed your sweet and warming glow
That joy oh so dear
When downing a beer
Too rare it's come to be
I've been too poor to grab a Mike's Lime
A shot of vodka or some sloe
But payday is due
I'm coming for you
Liquor, you're calling me

Booze Run
How I need to
How I need to
Go on a Booze Run
Oh how I'd love to be
So lovely drunk off B-O-O-Z-
E-ven now there's Fundies
Trying to destroy my pleasure
But they can bite me
Sobriety will fly out the door
When I get to that liquor store

Here is the article that goes with it.

And no, I don't know whether it's an African or European Swallow Octopus.

Soaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap!!

Oh & i add, here's the reason for that poll i did that i keep posting about ;D



Although you can't see it, there are more red ones since that's the direction the poll went in ^_^


. o O (this gets a "crazed ferret" tag because only someone out of their mind would knit that many dishcloth ;D)